Don't sell me short

We don’t need any more mountains because the trail builders
failed to give us passage there, so we can’t reach the sky.
We don’t need any more failure, there is human tragedy
that’s written everywhere and we are all too young to die.

Like a mystery that’s here to stay,
some people never go away
‘cause they’ve got something to say.

Don’t sell me short!
You’ve been wrong too long.
Don’t brush me off!
Just because I don’t belong.

Like it or not I’m all you’ve got!
Dispose when I’m shot.
Just don’t sell me short,
I might not be who you thought.

We don’t need any more fables because the writers have passed
and left us lessonless and we must find our own way.
We don’t need any more privilege, there is vivid desperation,
that is powerless, that no surplus can repay.

Like the fix of rapture in a trance,
oh, fates are sealed by circumstance,
so you’ve got to take a chance.

Don’t sell me short!
You’ve been wrong too long.
Don’t brush me off!
Just because I don’t belong.

Pass me on by, ignore my cry!
Forget me when I die.
Just don’t sell me short,
Not while I’m still alive.

Everybody’s talking about Heaven on Earth,
I’m still trying to figure out just what I’m worth,
I’m full of emotion and stuff you can’t contain
and you just want to flush me down the drain,
but you can’t make me go away.

Don’t sell me short!
You’ve been wrong too long.
Don’t brush me off!
Just because I don’t belong.

Pass me on by, ignore my cry!
Forget me when I die.
Just don’t sell me short,
not while I’m still alive.